: Blinded, I give my true confession Innocent I walk out on the floor Finding, all of my oppression Patronizing what you think is pure Give me something
Run with the blind the best of your kind Your leaders your God like saviours Run with the cold and do what your told You live by the shepherds of your
Blinded, I give my true confession Innocent I walk out on the floor Finding, all of my oppression Patronizing what you think is pure Give me something